Tag Archives: desire

For summer


I ache for summer

bold, blue skies

bee buzz

and bird song


and beaches


bare-legged girls

in bright



summer dresses

and skirts



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Art by Paul Kelley


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Posted by on May 23, 2017 in Poetry, Still Life


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Come Undone


Come Undone

Another song I like but you might not know.  This is a duet between gravelly voiced American Mark Lanegan and Scottish singer Isobel Campbell. It comes from the third album they have collaborated on together called Hawk, which was released in 2010.

I adore the way their voices work together and the bluesy, tortured, sensual, lost feeling of this track.

I listen to it often, as I am now, sipping a glass of red wine, watching the evening fade, and feeling as if I am in the song.



Song written by Isobel Campbell © and performed by Mark Lanegan and Isobel Campbell

(No video I’m afraid – lots of the tracks I like are unpromoted and taken from albums)

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“Come Undone”

I stumble and I fall, your time is on my side
Don’t make sense of it all, despite my foolish pride
It’s got me on my knees, tearin’ up my heart
I’m shakin’ at my bones, tearin’ me apart

When I can’t get close to you
I come undone, I come undone
Come undone, babe, I come undone

Time will take its toll, time can break your heart
And if I had the chance, we’d never have to part
Took my only flame, took my one desire
Threw it all away when jumping in the fire

I can’t get close to you
I come undone, come undone
Come undone, babe, I come undone

When the day is done I lay me down to rest
Everyone will see that I loved you the best
When all is said and done here simple and explain
And if I have the chance I’ll do it all again

But I can’t get close to you
I come undone, I come undone
Come undone, babe, I come undone

I’m not scared of the dark though you tangle and tease me
But worse than your bark you said you’d never leave me
The devil make everybody, don’t please believe me
Oh love of my life, won’t you let me down easy?

Undone, I come undone
Come undone, babe, I come undone
I come undone, I come undone
Come undone, babe, I come undone


Posted by on May 4, 2017 in Music


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Like gunfire


I absolutely love

the staccato sound

of confident high heels


like gunfire

across an expensive


of polished

marble floor



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The art is supposedly by Rob Hefferan, but I have my doubts (Thomas Saliot?)


Posted by on April 21, 2017 in Poetry, Still Life


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Cannot get enough


I am not obsessive

in any way,

nor compulsive

by nature.


I do not have fetishes

or fixations,





or fads.


I do not have dependencies

or tendencies

towards addiction


But I truly

cannot get enough

of your body.



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Art by Annick Bouvattier



Posted by on April 13, 2017 in Poetry, Still Life


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Attraction is a mystery


Attraction is a mystery

What is it that captures, captivates and compels?

What is it that draws us, like iron to magnet, bee to honey, moth to light? What is it that makes us warm to another, need to make contact, need to be in their presence, or simply make us catch our breath when they come close?

Is it in their eyes, or their mouth? Is it the arc of their smile? Is it in their height, their weight, their curves and lines? Is it in the colour of their skin or their hair? Is it in their laughter, or their voice, or their words, or the intelligent mind within?

Is it in their honesty, their truth, their empathy, their kindness, their compassion, their hope?

Is it in their movement, their balance, the way their body moves when they walk? Is it in the clothes they wear?

Is it in what they do, what they like, what they believe?

Is it in their beauty, and the beauty they see around them?

Is it in how good they make us feel?

Is it something we instantly see deep in their soul, something we recognise and know? Something that touches our own?

Is it that we sense they will complete us?


Attraction is a mystery.

Even after all these years I cannot explain it.

But I do know

I am deeply attracted to you

by all of the above.



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Art by Hamish Blakely




Posted by on March 30, 2017 in Poetry, Still Life


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Act Dangerously



Romantic that I am, I adore Valentine’s Day.

Not so much for the exchange of cards, gifts and supper between those who are already lovers.  I can see the romance, the affirmation, the enchantment and the intimacy – I have fallen under its amorous spell often enough. Yet one can also almost smell the commercial cynicism at this time of the year.

No, I think what really makes February the fourteenth special is that it provides almost-strangers the perfect excuse and the ideal opportunity to flirt outrageously.

And to act dangerously.



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Art by Loui Jover

This is not a new post, but it has become almost a Valentine’s Day tradition for me to repost it around this time of year, to remind readers to be bold.


Posted by on February 7, 2017 in Still Life


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A definition of infatuation



For reasons fully known only to myself, some four or five years ago I was looking for a serious definition of infatuation.

But I found this in the Urban Dictionary. It made me laugh so much that I posted it on my blog at the time. I remembered it the other day, and thought a few of you might enjoy it.

Some of us may have been the ‘object’ but who of us cannot admit to having been the ‘obsessor’ at least once.



All-encompassing, gut-wrenching, soul-draining activity that only requires the active involvement of one individual: the obsessor. A second individual is required for the peripheral need of providing the obsessor with an object of needless, unappreciated, possibly unwanted, often unwarranted affection. The second individual may or may not be aware of his/her peripheral involvement, and may or may not be willing to be peripherally involved: the object’s awareness and/or willingness of being an object of desire is of no consequence to the obsessor.



Source : The Urban Dictionary

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Photograph : The lovely actress Felicity Jones for whom I have had a mild infatuation for the last ten years. I am delighted to see her successful in Rogue One. This photo was taken by Mark Abrahams for GQ magazine in 2014 


Posted by on January 7, 2017 in Still Life


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